I thought I had written enough about quirky love AND In the spirit of all things #5for5BrainDump decided I needed to write anyway. Here's what was born. Made me laugh... in several places... especially where spell check attempted to protect me from myself.
And now, my writing....
I confess – I delight in the every day ramblings and lives of literary grannies – the ladies who wrote before me and paved the way so that I, dear one-and-only-Julie, might sit and write all these years (or months or days) later.
Their lives were more complex than mine in some ways.
Louisa, Louey – with her absentee and quirky dad, her gaggle of sisters and her gift. So she wrote what she didn’t want to write in order to support their lifestyle which was less than extravagant. She sat by her bedroom window in her Concord home, writing, writing, scratching scribbling forging not knowing her home would one day be a tourist attraction and the one next door, part of a national park. Years later. She just did what she must for her family, she wrote.
No matter that she ached and hurt and wished it was different it wasn’t it was what… it was.
How much we could all learn from that and her: it is what it is so just write, loves and it will feel better.
Maybe your quirkly love is vintage pajamas or a variety of mascaras or antique house keys or shopping carts like mine no matter no matter no matter – write it, be with it, embrace it and proudly shout out “I love…… collecting coffee mugs from independent bookstores!” I am so quirky I have a quirkly niche. I know, I know, I know – that is beyond extreme and here I go trying to out quirky quirky and I know that is impolite and unlady like, just like broadcasting before I brush my hair and proclaiming I am wearing grey from head to toe – no prettificiation here.
Today, I love grey. The sky is grey, my leggings are grey, my sweater with the tattered and pulled thread right underneath my left book is grey. Or gray, depending.
And my five minute applause is here. My mom would be disappointed it wasn’t before I wrote the word BOOB which I typoed BOOK. Or the spell check protected me, because I have misspelled too much today.
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